A man's flat tyre and a woman's compressor

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Many years ago, I bought a portable air compressor that pumps air into a flat tyre. 

Once, I drove over a rough road and ended up with TWO flat tyres. I got off my car, pulled out the compressor and set it to work. I relaxed, waited for a few minutes, and soon the tyres had enough air to enable me to drive to the nearest tyre shop. 

On another occasion, I saw a man struggling to remove a flat tyre and sweating buckets under a hot sun. I offered him my compressor, and taught him how to use it. I was in a hurry and could not wait for him to finish, so I told him to return the machine to my office later. 

Back in my office I began to wonder, “Would the man return my compressor? Why did I believe that he would do so? What if he had lost my address?”

I was careless not to have asked for his phone number and address. 

Two days later, lo and behold, I found the compressor sitting in my office! It was delivered with a thank-you note from the man – a real gentleman. 

There, it takes a man's flat tyre and a woman's compressor to reaffirm my faith in humankind. 

A Close Shave

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It was a hectic day. I drove around town like a crazy woman, almost helping to improve the statistics in road rage.

I was rushing back to the office to call it a day when I felt an ominous sensation. I was approaching a road junction when my foot automatically stepped on the brake pedal. As I slowed down, a car whizzed out of the junction on my left and hurtled towards my direction. It swerved violently when the driver saw my car.

I stopped completely to watch the idiot's antics. I was hoping it would crash into the ditch that was on the other side of the road. Luckily, there were no other cars on that road at that time, otherwise I dread to think of the consequences.

That reckless driver might not want to live another day, but I want to live for another year at least.

Phew! It's a close shave.

Thank My Lucky Stars for the Narrow Escape

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I drove up to the tollbooth, handed some money to the collector, got my change and drove through. I counted my change and found I was given an extra MYR 0.50.

Without any hesitation, I stopped my car, got off and walked towards the tollbooth to return the MYR 0.50.

Suddenly, something came crashing down right in front of my face. It's the tollbooth bar!

It missed my nose by a fraction of an inch. Somebody shouted in horror. The driver of the car approaching the tollbooth gasped in horror. I was frozen in horror.

Then, somebody came running and guided me to the side of the booth. If I had walked a little faster, the bar would have hit my head. If it were not my head, it would have been my nose. I could have ended up in hospital with a bloodied and battered nose.

I thank my lucky stars for the narrow escape.